Beer’s Bitch

‘Beers bitch’, Charlie babbled— slurry speech a game of scrabble. Charlie was a bitch to the beer, drinking Mabble’s Apple Schnapple in every pre-drink debacle. ‘Berrz Bit-ch’ Charlie babbled, kissing the winking witch holding a crab apple. Mabble: His wife in his train wrecked life. At two to the gallon, he glugs like a fish.Continue reading “Beer’s Bitch”

Morning Sun

Hi everyone, I’m very pleased to announced that a third poem that I’ve written has been published by aAh Magazine! If you want to read the poem, activate the link below: What do you think of this poem? Let me know in the comments below, or by liking this poem. Don’t be afraid ofContinue reading “Morning Sun”

Bettle’s Bluff

King, Queen, and Jack try to play each other off in an elaborate game where bluff, deceit and intrigue is found in equal measure. Cigar wisps waft across the table, hanging over the game, laughing at the suits each three held in their palms. All three gripped secret qualms close to chests, Keeping to theirContinue reading “Bettle’s Bluff”


From the archives, ‘Tarneeb’ is my first try at writing a Ghazal. Hope you enjoy! In a bāzār sat four Persian Sheiks, nock-knees under the table                              playing Tarneeb—none willing to lose a single pisar. Fearing their wives beating them into agar, the Sheiks eyed the dough on the table, which could buy nine of theContinue reading “Tarneeb”

Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)

the spade sinks                  into gravelly ground: my father digging             we look down. his sight sees                      remnants of a crown, from Spear-Danes             cut savagely down. in murky mires                   a blotched brown; a holds-hoard                     under musty mound. of flourished folk               sway they spell bound decayed desires bare        without sound. bleached bones clutch      just one touch! Lost legendsContinue reading “Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)”